still passenger

the still passenger sits on a train, on the window seat, in the middle of a long car. these are the days when there were drive-in movie theaters dotted across the landscape. at dusk, the images on the screen appear off in the distance. the images presented here are those which are glimpsed, the ones that still her thoughts. the train rolls along. the landscape seems to move, but doesn't. the still passenger sits alone with her snapshots in her mind. she's filling in the spaces.

June 15, 2014

there is unrevealed substance behind us, but i don't see through you.
i see into you. yet, you... you look at me imperiously! then
you look away... you gaze elongates as if seeing me
from a vanishing point.

but arthur! don't you get it...?? are we that distant?!
ignore my pursed lips and look! even the bottle glass has stripes.